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What are you done waiting for?
I’ve been thinking a lot about past mistakes recently. Odd dreams, both at night and during the day, mostly around relationships in my life. Times I’ve threatened or neglected friendships, times I’ve made a fool of myself, times I’ve made questionable moral choices, or all of the above. Responding to texts from a married man.… Continue reading Latent Lollygagger: My Embarrassing Moments
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The dog woke me at three in the morning, with his paw scratching the mattress. Even in the dark I could see—sense—his brown eyes asking for something.
Because after the grant goes in, she goes to a magical town in the mountains where church bells ring all day, where twilight catches the painted walls and bricks and turns them soft and mysterious, where locals in feathered costumes dance down the cobblestone streets, where the sunset tastes like mezcal and jicama tacos.
It’s relieving to think I don’t have to care about everything. That I, Erin, don’t have to have an opinion and honestly it won’t really matter. I don’t care enough to be informed about everything, meaning I’m not informed enough to have an opinion, meaning I’m not opinionated enough to express my views to anyone.
Somewhere between fifth grade and sophomore year, I’d developed the part of my brain that convinces me I suck and everyone will think I’m a failure.
Maybe I can’t change the whole world to make it better than it is now, but I can improve my little corner of the world, my little sphere of influence and passion. Maybe not cleaning up the whole house, but just the kitchen.
A story for new years if you’re not quite feeling reborn.
Bank of Erin 